Tuesday, 29 April 2014

After unceremoniously being dumped by her boyfriend, Cass
Kelly has had enough ofmen and the big
city. She needs a change and a challenge.On a drunken whim, she accepts a job working in a small hotel in the
outback town of Mundabucka.Men? Who needs .them? Sex? Never, ever again.

Local cowboy Evan Bates is not one to say never and makes it
only too obvious why she needs men, sex and him specifically. The redheaded
Cass is in his sights and he aims to get her. But lust isn’t the only thing
stirring in town. It’s the annual
Throcker Thrash where legendary gold is hunted and Cass is caught up in the
race for it. Who wants it so badly they’ll kill for it?

Excerpt....

Two hours later, standing at the local airport at Mundabucka with a
suitcase in one hand and two cackling caged chooks in the other, Cass looked
around her. Behind her was a rusted-in-parts, corrugated tin shack that served
as arrival and departures for the overly optimistically named Mundabucka International
Airport. In front of her
was dry, red dirt as far as the eye could see. And the heat? Suffocating.
Unlike Cairns
it was a dry heat that sucked all the moisture out of a body. Cass felt the
sweat dripping down between her breasts and clinging to the short floral
sundress she was wearing.

She put both the suitcase and chooks on the ground and re-scraped her
hair up into a haphazard bun on top of her head. “Frig, it’s hot.” Cass looked
around her. Other than the squinty-eyed airport controller, who introduced
himself as Phil, there was no one. She was supposed to be met by someone called
Evan. Phil smiled when she told him this.

“Evan’s a creature of whim. He gets the call of the wild and takes off
just like that.” He snapped his fingers.

Cass was impressed as not only was Phil missing two front teeth but also
three fingers on his left hand and two on his right. He explained this as a
‘run-in with a pissed off wild pig.’

She looked down at the caged chickens. “Okay, so maybe this wasn’t a
brilliant idea but it’s not my worst.” They cackled loudly. “Oh, shut up. I
know what I’m doing—kinda.” Cass muttered under her breath and looked around
her once more. There was loads of nothing for miles. “Where the hell is he?”

“Who?” came a voice from behind her.

Cass spun around in surprise. “Where did you come from?” She asked as she
surveyed the tall, lanky man with broad shoulders that most men would kill for.
She looked into the bluest eyes she had ever seen and saw only amusement.Men. Amusement. Not happening.

“You’d be the city chick here to work at McNally’s Hotel.”

City chick?“I’m Cass Kelly and undoubtedly you’d be
the creature of whim, Phil was telling me about.”

The dark haired man smiled. “That’d be me.” Evan Bates at your service.”
He looked down at the caged chooks. “You brought chooks.” That made his smile
wider.

Cass picked up the cage. “You’re quick.”

Evan scratched his head. “You know, when Jo and Flo said you were
bringing them I thought the old girls had lost their minds.”

“Do you have a problem with chickens?” They were her pets. She couldn’t
leave them to fend for themselves when she went bush. They were like family.
Sort of.

He shrugged. “Nope. We like chickens here—preferably deep fried.”

“You fry my chickens and I will fry your ass.”

Evan arched one eyebrow. “That could be fun.” His gaze then traveled down
her body, lingering on her breasts, before moving down to her thong clad feet
and back up to her eyes.“What’re their
names?”

“How do you know I named them?” She had but that wasn’t the point. Do I look that obvious?

“You brought them all the way to the middle of nowhere. They have to be
important to you.”

The chooks were quiet as they watched him. Cass squared her shoulders.
“Mitzi and Bert.”

“Bert?”

“Yeah, what of it?”

“Bert is a boy’s name. This chook is a female,” he pointed out as he
reached for her bag.

“So?” Cass knew her tone was defensive but she wasn’t in the mood to deal
with a smart ass man.

Still smiling at her, he responded, “Nothing. So, one bag only?”

“I travel light.” She had left everything she owned at Lorelle’s place.
Not that ‘everything’ was much. It was an old television, a purple cane chair,
a sofa bed and an oversized panda she won at the Cairns show when she was twelve and was
reluctant to get rid of.

“Most women travel with all sorts of crap.”

“I’m not most women.”

Again, he looked her up and down. “Nope, you’re different all right.”

She wanted to ask what he meant by that but decided against it. She had a
feeling the answer would be complicated and right now she needed easy and
simple. “How far’s McNally’s?”

“It’s in the middle of town so that’d make it about five kilometers from
here.”

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